[Seven Five] Sword Que Merry

Because it was rumored that someone was plotting against Mr. Mu, the atmosphere in the Minister's Mansion these days has been a little tense, but at the same time it seemed more lively than usual.

The reason for this is that Bao Longtu sent Zhan Zhao, a fourth-rank guard with a knife, to Mu's residence. The name and deeds of Nan Xia are spread in the streets and alleys in the market. Some people admire others, and most of the Mu family are Coming from the south of the Yangtze River, I wanted to see his dignity, so when Zhan Zhao came to the Minister's Mansion the second day, he felt an invisible pressure and embarrassment...

"Miss Miss!"

As soon as Mu Ci put away the strokes on the paper, Qiao Er happily jumped in with the teapot in hand, looking back as she walked, with an unfinished look.

Mu Ci wrote at his desk without looking up, "What's wrong?"

"Guess who I just saw!"

She asked casually, "Who?"

Qiaoer raised her eyebrows, and put hot tea in her cup, "I saw Mr. Zhan!"

His hands trembled suddenly, the stroke happened to be crooked, so Mu Ci had to crumple the piece into a ball, tilted his head and said with a faint smile:

"Really? How does it feel?"

Qiaoer didn't even think about it, she admired from the bottom of her heart: "Master Zhan is so good-looking! I have never seen someone who is born as handsome as him, he is handsome and capable of literary and martial arts!" She looked out of the window longingly. wintersweet.

"If only I could marry him..."

"Pfft—" Mu Ci was choked up and coughed out immediately.

"Miss, are you okay?" She hurried forward to pat her on the back.

"Ahem, it's okay... You girl, you're really not ashamed."

"Anyway, if I know it, it won't come true." Qiao'er giggled, "I'm just asking for a favor, speaking of it..."

She brought tea to Mu Ci, and suddenly said strangely: "Master Zhan is in his twenties, why didn't he have a family?"

Mu Ci lowered his head and blew on the hot tea, then said softly, "Who knows."

"By the way, these manuscript papers, you will throw them away for me when you are feeding the sparrow and watering the flowers."

"Okay." Qiao'er took the rice paper she handed over, flipped through it casually as she walked, and copied all the scriptures, she couldn't figure out why the second young lady fell in love with practicing calligraphy recently.

She didn't know much, so she tilted her head while reading, and slowly watered the flowers with a kettle in her hand. When a gust of wind suddenly blew up, several sheets of paper that were not held firmly were blown all over the sky.

Qiaoer quickly put down the kettle and ran out to chase.

Outside the courtyard gate, Zhan Zhao happened to be leading people past here, when suddenly a piece of paper was tapped on his shoulder, and he took it over without any hassle.

"Zhu Xian's slow and slow lovesickness tune, it's not that bosom friends don't play with it."

This is the quatrain at the beginning of "Fengyue Ruixian Pavilion", which tells the story of Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru's elopement.

"Ah, Mr. Zhan." Qiao'er went out and saw him, and she didn't know whether she should go forward to get the manuscript paper back.

Xu Shi saw what she was thinking, Zhan Zhao smiled and returned the rice paper.

"Thank you Mr. Zhan..." Qiao'er held the corner of the paper tremblingly, looking up at him from time to time.

Zhan Zhao asked casually, "You wrote this?"

"Oh... no." She pointed to the room and said with a smile, "It's my young lady."

He nodded casually.

"I heard that you found that letter?"

It took Qiaoer a long time to understand what he was asking.

"Well, there are three copies of that letter, one in the kitchen, one at the main entrance, and one at the corner gate. I saw it when I went to eat in the kitchen, and the cook was there at the time. "

Kitchen, gate, corner gate.

Zhan Zhao is thoughtful.

Sure enough, this person couldn't enter the Mu Mansion, and he wasn't a martial arts master.In this way, he is not a servant of the mansion, or perhaps the most inferior servant of the Mu family.

"Okay, it's all right." Zhan Zhao said with a gentle smile, "Go and do your work."

Seeing him smiling sideways, and the plum blossoms behind him blooming more and more brilliantly, Qiaoer's eyes lit up immediately, and she nodded hastily.

"Eh!"

When she got back to the house, her evaluation of Zhan Zhao had already improved to a higher level, and her posture really wanted to drag him into the room to have a cup of tea and sit for a while.

The whole day was spent in her chattering various modified words, this girl seemed to be obsessed, she was upset by hearing it, and finally came out of the room when she was free in the afternoon, and walked around.

The mansion has been surrounded by the people of Kaifeng Mansion and the guards of Mu Mansion. No matter where you go, you can see the guards. In this way, not to mention the villains who write letters, even birds cannot fly in. Only.

I didn't know about that letter until I arrived in the capital. In fact, it was just a letter. The other party might be trying to scare Mu Xian deliberately. After all, her father is not very courageous.

Mu Ci walked over from the garden, looking at the scenery aimlessly. It was time for lunch, and there was a lazy atmosphere around him.

On the railing of the corridor, there was a man in a red robe standing leaning against the railing, holding a book in his hand and reading it carefully, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his expression was serious, making one unable to help but wonder what he was reading...

"Master Zhan." Mu Qing turned out from the corner, "Aren't you going to rest for a while?"

Zhan Zhao closed the scroll, got up and saluted her: "Miss Mu."

Seeing the book in his hand, Mu Qing couldn't help being curious: "Are you reading?"

"It's not a book." Zhan Zhao said with a gentle smile, "It's just the case files of Kaifeng Mansion."

"Really? Can you give me a look?"

"This..." Zhan Zhao politely declined, "It is true that this item cannot be borrowed. Even Zhan was begging for favor from Mr. Gongsun. I hope Miss will forgive me."

"It's not that I want to borrow it, but I'm just looking at it." Mu Qing bit her lower lip and stared at him in embarrassment, "Just take a look, can't you?"

On the corridor, Mu Ci slowly passed by the two of them, and said lightly:

"What is difficult for the strong is not for the gentleman."

"I want you to take care of it." Mu Qing turned her head and stared at her, "Besides, I'm a woman."

"Of course I know." She didn't stop, "You are not only a woman, but also a villain."

"Hey, don't speak so harshly!"

"If you find it unpleasant, you can choose not to listen."

Mu Qing stomped her feet, and said angrily: "You've already said it, how can I not listen?"

She still smelled calm in front of her: "The ear belongs to you. If you ask me, I don't know."

"you……"

Not wanting to hear the two of them quarreling any longer, Zhan Zhao had no choice but to hand the case to her.

"Huh?!" Mu Qing was overwhelmed by the flattery, she held the book and smiled at Zhanzhao, "Master Zhan, you are really easy to talk to."

When it was over, he raised his eyebrows forward, "It's not like some people..."

In fact, she didn't really want to read this file, because the things in it were not interesting.

After turning two pages, Mu Qing said strangely: "The seven years of Taiping Xingguo, this is a case more than 50 years ago, what does Mr. Zhan think about this?"

"It's nothing." He gently took the scroll back, with a faint smile, "It's just some long-cherished wishes."

Mu Ci, who was walking around the corner, was startled for a moment, looked sideways at him, and then turned his face away and walked straight forward.

"A long-cherished wish? What kind of long-cherished wish."

Seeing her asking the bottom line like this, Zhan Zhao suddenly felt helpless, and only smiled wryly:

"I just want to help an old friend find out something..."

Facing the sun, Mu Ci could barely open his eyes.

As night fell, the wind outside gradually tightened.

The stove was lit in the room, Mu Ci leaned on the bed reading a book while hugging the quilt, and Qiaoer bowed her head to embroider beside her.Occasionally, there was a sound of neat footsteps walking past outside the courtyard, presumably it was the Kaifeng government office servant on night patrol.

"Miss, it's almost three o'clock."

Qiaoer glanced at the clepsydra, put down her needle and thread, "Aren't you resting?"

"Well, I'm going to sleep now." Mu Ci rubbed his eyes, put the book on the bedside, and was about to take off his coat, when Qiaoer accidentally said something.

"It's snowing... It's such a cold day, Mr. Zhan is still patrolling the night outside."

She was stunned for a moment, and murmured:

"Don't they sleep at night?"

"Originally, I could rest." Qiao'er leaned over to make the bed for her, "Master Ke Yizhan's temper, this kind of thing must be done by himself, and Master Bao sent him here, of course he will not slack off."

She put the pillow away, "I heard people say that he didn't go back to his room until the fifth watch to sleep."

Mu Ci was surprised: "Five watch? Just sleep for two hours?"

"Looks like I slept for an hour yesterday..."

She lowered her eyes and said nothing. After a while, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed without saying a word, and took off the cloak on the shelf.

"Hey Miss, are you awake?"

When he walked out the door, there were indeed fine snowflakes floating in the sky. Mu Ci put on his hood, held his cloak and walked quickly towards the north gate.There are three places in the Shilang's Mansion where people keep vigil at night. Zhan Zhao was guarding the Pianmen and Xiyuan two days ago, and he will definitely be at the North Gate today.

Through the Moon Cave Gate, Xue Zhong could see that Zhan Zhao was standing not far away, with his back to him, wearing thin clothes.

I knew he would forget to add a cloak when he was busy.

Standing on the bluestone slab, she panted slightly, and was just about to step forward, but she saw him turn his head and look at the person walking in front of him.

Mu Qing walked briskly around to him with the two little girls, stretched out her hand and shook a sable fur cape over his shoulders, Zhan Zhao was obviously trying to decline, but she forcefully pushed her back.

The girl at the bottom was carrying the food box, and she brought out several plates of hot pastries, and laid them out on the stone table one by one.

Mu Ci was silent for a while, then slowly turned around holding the cloak.

The moment she turned her head, Zhan Zhao looked over inadvertently.

In the snowstorm, her fingers holding the cloak were red from the cold.

Suddenly thinking of the scene in Kaifeng mansion that day, this person... It seems that he has never spoken to him since that day.

That being the case, why send things over?

At the end of the twelfth lunar month, and the end of the new year was approaching, I stayed at the Minister's Mansion for nearly half a month, but I didn't see a single thief, but there were many troubles.

It was only a few days away from Shangyuan, and after this period of time, he didn't have to stay in the mansion every day, so he could finally catch his breath.

This afternoon, the sun was just right, an old servant was holding a broom in the garden, talking to a woman, Zhan Zhao stopped to take a look, it was the second lady of the Mu family.

I don't know if she also noticed that he was standing in the distance, Mu Ci quickly got away, the sun was shining on her head, it looked extraordinarily warm.

"Old man."

The old servant looked at the sound and hurriedly saluted, "Master Zhan."

Zhan Zhao couldn't help but looked forward again, "The one just now, is your young lady?"

"Yes, our second young lady."

He asked late, "She... used to go out, but did she like to hold an umbrella?"

"Umbrella?" The old servant didn't understand what he meant, and replied with a smile, "Of course I use an umbrella when it's raining or snowing."

Zhan Zhao frowned and asked, "What about when it's not raining?"

"What kind of umbrella do you use when it's not raining?" The old servant laughed, "Could it be to cover the sun?"

"..." He smiled when he heard the words, as if talking to himself, "That's right."

The author has something to say: I have been a bit busy at work recently, forgive me for always being less and later, after all, I squandered the manuscript as early as 80 years ago.

So the rest of the content is estimated to be slower.

Everyone can fatten up and then kill, this article. .slightly tangled...

But it finally gave the heroine a body that she can have sex with happily! [==What the hell am I talking about. .